Page 108 of The Savior

CHAPTER FORTY

Every orgasm Liam gave her had always been intense, but Chelsea needed more than a climatic rush. She craved the closeness and intimacy that came when they had sex—even if she was in the backseat of his Explorer.

His erection bulged under her bottom, and she shifted to stroke his shaft. Liam’s heavy breaths pulled, and his jaw ticked when she gripped his length.

“Unbuckle your pants, handsome.” She kicked free of hers.

He made quick work of the clothes and pulled his thickness free, slowly pumping with his fist. “I thought you weren’t too sure about my backseat,” he teased.

She replaced his hand with hers, caressing his crown with her thumb then mimicked his stroke. “I thought you were smart enough not to ruin a good thing.”

“Oh, right.” He inhaled sharply, jaw dropping as she increased the pressure. “Consider me smart. Not ruining a damn thing.”

Chelsea laughed, and he did too.

“Good. Because I need…” She straddled his lap, trembling as she positioned the head of his erection against her folds.

“To be inside you,” he growled.

She eased down, letting his shaft impale her, and nodded, barely able to whisper, “Yes.”

His hands gripped her hips, guiding her movement, slickening their connection until she had her arms wrapped around his neck, Liam fully seated inside her.

“Damn, Chelsea,” he growled.

She couldn’t do much more than nod—until he palmed her backside and lifted her. His muscles rippled as he thrust and ground her down. The sensation overload made her limp and desperate for more. He possessed her, controlled her, owned every flex and thrust, and she could only exist in building pleasure.

Intensity built. She cried and clenched, panting and pushed beyond any brink she’d experienced before. “Oh, God.” She clung to him. “Liam, please, God!”

Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave. The blinding pleasure brought pain as she came again and again. Euphoria rolled, and he didn’t stop, drawing out a flood of gratification.

Liam’s thick arms wrapped tight. He held her, thrusting and grunting until his orgasm came in like a storm. Their spasms made her shiver. Her heart wanted to explode.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like that. But it wasn’t until a shiver from the temperature, rather than reacting to Liam, did either of them move.

He pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead, then her lips. “This is one hell of a way to start our day.”

***

The Nymans’ neighborhood was reminiscent of every other block for miles around. Their town was safe and predictable. But the closer they came to Linda and Frank’s, the more he found himself watching the bushes and scanning the shadows.

“Are you okay?” Chelsea asked.

He pulled over on the suburban street and shifted into park. “Just wondering what I might miss if I glance the wrong way or focus on something else.”

She waited for him to further explain, and when he didn’t, she said, “If you’re talking about work, you have to realize that you can’t see everything.” After a beat, she added, “Actually, that just goes for life in general.”

True enough. He never saw them happening. Liam gave her hand a squeeze.

Chance appeared, ambling down the sidewalk as though he hadn’t been surreptitiously keeping an eye out for them to arrive.

“Time to work.” He opened the driver’s door as Chelsea stepped out also.

“About time you two showed up.” Chance thumped a fist on the Explorer’s hood and gave a suspicious glance from Liam to Chelsea and back.

“We’re here.” Then Liam shot a warning glare.

The nonverbal cue didn’t stop Chance from a chuckle. “I was worried I’d have to send out search and rescue.”

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